The grill is already lit and getting hot. There's a bucket of barbecue sauce on a table next to the grill, with what looks to me like a big paintbrus... in it. Immediately, I start painting myself dark red with the sauce.I start off with my legs and move up to the front of my torso. I coat my arms, but need help from one of the guys with my back. Once I'm coated, I face away from the grill, and place my hands on it behind me, as if to hop up onto a counter. By instinct, as they burn, I pull. I switched sides and my efforts were being rewarded by her moans of delight. Amelia’s legs were now wrapped tightly around my lower back as she began humping me from below. As amazing as that felt, I wanted those perfect legs of hers spread.I reluctantly left her breasts and began kissing down her flat belly. Her belly button was pieced and my tongue flicking against it brought out the loudest moans yet. Amelia was now massaging both her breasts in a circular motion, with her eyes clenched. You are way faster than her and as you get close to her, you can tell she is pretty drunk cause she can't walk straight.Then she stops and turns around, eyeing you suspiciously. You look in her face and you are not sure if she is drunk or just a drug addict cause she looks very run-down.'She must be a prostitute' you think. About five minutes away is a crossing and one path leads to your house and the area of richer people while the other patch leads down the hill to the redlight-district and. Did she have to make herself so obvious? And Ethan had a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. Debbie was right about that. He was hard when she found him in his room. If he was just doing it with Mrs. Thorn, why was he still hard?Debbie got the sponge out of the bucket of soapy water. Ethan had the hose and sprayed the car. Pam stood in her spot with her hands at her sides, burning with disappointment. Debbie always got the good stuff. Everything good always happened to her.She went into the.